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hoosierbitch) wrote2011-12-19 01:23 pm
hoosierbitch) wrote2011-12-19 01:23 pm
Fic: This I Can Bare [nc-17, grimm, monroe/nick, submission, knotting, biting, baked goods]
Title: This I Can Bare
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hoosierbitch
Fandom: Grimm
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,400
Warnings/Content: Biting, minor bloodplay, knotting, rough sex, D/s
Notes: Giant thanks torabidchild67, who enticed me into such a lovely new fandom. This fic was written for this prompt on the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
grimm_kink meme.
Summary: Monroe gets off on having a Grimm (willingly) at his mercy.
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Eddie can tell that there's something on Nick’s mind. Ever since he showed up he’s been distracted; losing track of their conversations, staring into space until Eddie pokes him to get his attention. He’s got Nick mostly naked now though, and he’s present again, he’s just—something’s obviously still on his mind. If Nick makes them get dressed and go to a crime scene in the middle of the night before they can fuck one more time, he will absolutely refuse to make Nick breakfast in bed the morning. He can take his croissant and homemade jam to go.
He’s got Nick fully naked and is playing with his nipples when he finally spits it out.
“I saw, um—I saw this thing on Animal Planet the other day?”
“I know you’re new to the supernatural, but just so you know: saying that to a Blutbad is the equivalent of ‘this one time at band camp.’”
Nick actually huffs at him in disapproval (because Nick is even more of a grandpa than Eddie is, which is saying something). Then he grabs Eddie’s shoulders and positions him right over Nick’s body, his thighs straddling Nick’s hips, his hands resting on either side of Nick’s head.
“I know you’re not exactly a wolf,” Nick says, and it’s such an understatement that Eddie wants to find the Grimm journals and beat Nick over the head with them a couple dozen times, “but I figured maybe you might still like it if we, um…” Nick licks his lips, closes his eyes, and tilts his head to the side. Exposing his neck. Exposing his neck to Eddie. The messy waves of his hair brush against the inside of Eddie's wrist.
And Nick’s saying something else—something about alpha males and submission and Netflixing nature documentaries—but all Eddie can hear is the pounding of Nick’s heart. It’s beating so fast, so fast and he can see—he can see the vein pulsing in Nick’s neck. His teeth ache with the urge to bite down on it.
“Do you want this?” Nick asks. “Because if you do, I’m—I’m offering.” His neck is arched so tightly that the skin pulls when he speaks and Eddie loses his breath and his mind and his control all at the same time.
Because he hasn’t been offered this ever before. Never wanted to take it and couldn’t bring himself to ask for it. He can smell how much Nick wants him.
“You want to submit to me?” Nick nods, slowly, head still tilted to the side. “You want me to fuck you?” Nick’s hips hitch upward and Eddie slams him back down onto the bed. The scent of arousal in the room pulses. He tightens his grip and Nick gasps. “You going to be good, for once?” Nick nods and tries to prop himself up on the bed to kiss Eddie. Eddie puts one hand on his shoulder and presses him back down.
“Sorry—”
“You’re going to do what I say,” he whispers. “You’re going to move where I tell you to move and do what I tell you to do and come when I tell you to come.” Nick wrestles against his grip and after a moment Eddie lets go; he's not sure how hard he can push yet, not sure how far Nick’s willing to go. But Nick doesn’t pull away—he just wraps a hand tight around his dick.
“If you don’t want me to come, you’ve got to stop growling at me, Christ—”
He bares his teeth and lets the wolf come forward, feels it slamming against the bars of his control like a madman. Nick’s whole body tenses (god, his neck, the tendons in his neck so sharp and clear and vulnerable).
“Can I please come?” Nick sounds desperate already. His hips are twitching and Eddie can smell the precum.
“No.”
Nick swears and brings his other hand down to squeeze his balls. It’s hot, it’s beautiful, it’s making Eddie’s cock harden in a dangerous way. He closes his eyes and sits back on the bed, digging his fingernails into his palms. He can’t be in control of Nick and lose control of himself, no one—not even Nick—would want to see that part of him.
“Hands and knees,” he whispers, because anything louder’s going to come out a growl.
Nick looks unsure but he does as he’s told, obedient and expectant. He faces the headboard; Eddie can see Nick’s heavy cock between his spread thighs. “Is this okay? Or—do you want me to turn around? How do you want me?”
Eddie’s back on top of him too quickly; he always loses control of his speed first. His thighs are against Nick’s thighs, his chest is curved over the submissive arch of Nick’s back, his teeth are holding onto the side of Nick’s neck. He fucks his cock in the curve of Nick’s ass and reaches for the lube.
“Going to make a mess out of you,” he warns, starting with two fingers. Nick could probably take him without any preparation, since they’ve been doing this pretty regularly for a couple of weeks now, but he likes to find Nick’s prostate and torture him for a bit first.
“God, fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck. Let me come, you sadistic—” Eddie bites his shoulder and Nick gasps. “Please, Eddie!”
“Wait until I’m inside you.”
Nick’s hips fit comfortably in Eddie’s hands. They feel as familiar as his cello by now; Nick's hip bones settling in his palms, the flesh firm and bruisefresh under his fingers as he pulls Nick back onto his cock.
The heat always surprises him. The heat, and just how much Nick likes being fucked. Those elements of this aren’t familiar yet. Every time they fuck he groans when Nick’s body opens up and welcomes him so easily, every time they fuck Eddie's mouth curls in a startled smile as Nick moans and swears and impatiently demands more, faster.
Only Nick doesn’t get the chance this time. Eddie is balls-deep on the first thrust and he doesn’t wait before pulling all the way out and slamming back in.
Nick gasps and flails and Eddie lets his grin widen until his smile is more teeth than lips.
He’s—he’s not careful. Or, he is, of course he is, he doesn’t want Nick hurt, but he—he needs to take Nick as hard as he can. Nick is his; this body belongs to him, this man has surrendered and it’s Eddie’s responsibility to take everything Nick’s trying to give him. Nick bared his neck and offered his body and every part of Eddie knows what that means.
He takes Nick’s cries and the scent of his arousal, takes his body and his need and fucks him. Bites his neck and shoulders, runs his hands over Nick’s tense stomach and his hard nipples and his sweet mouth, bruising and pinching and caressing him. Nick is beautiful and new to this and eager to please and it’s—
It’s better than any sex Eddie’s ever had before and he can feel himself losing control. His cock is hard and it’s getting harder. It’s growing. Fuck.
“Nick—Nick, I need to ask you something.”
“Not the time for a heart to heart,” Nick gasps, breath shocked out of him every time Eddie thrusts forward.
“In that—that nature show you watched, did they—did they talk about…knotting?” He wonders if Aunt Marie had written about this in her journal. Wonders if Nick will add it as a footnote. Fucking a Grimm brings up weird questions.
“You really want to talk about knitting right now?”
“Fucking knotting,” he growls. He doesn’t have much time and his words are harder to hold onto than they should be. He tries to remember a single one of his multitude of meditation exercises but gives up and fucks Nick faster. “Can you take more?”
Nick groans and bucks in his hands, fucking himself back on Eddie’s cock. “Yeah, you can give it to me harder—”
“That’s not what I meant,” he says, bending forward. His body is strung tight with the effort of holding himself back, reining his impulses in. “I want to knot you,” he gasps into Nick’s ear, biting it for good measure before yanking Nick’s hesitating body against his own. “Want to swell up inside you and come for hours, fill you with come until it’s dripping out of you—”
Nick yells and then tightens around Eddie’s cock. Jesus, it’s painful, if Nick wanted him to stop he could have just said so—
Then he smells it. Sharp and salty, pungent, intoxicating. Nick’s hands are still braced underneath himself, he’s supporting both of their weight, so he must have—Nick had just—
“You just came on my cock like a slutty little bitch, didn’t you?” Nick keens underneath him, a high thready whine that make the wolf in Eddie hungry. “You’re so good, so hot—can I—Nick, can I?” There’s no way Eddie’s not going to tie; if he needs to pull out, he’s got to do it now.
“Do it,” Nick says, only it comes out in a sob, punctuated by the slam of Eddie’s hips against his ass. “Whatever you want, god, want to be yours, want you to fuck me harder, please Eddie—”
He thrusts in all the way and just grinds, his hips rolling in filthy circles. Nick jumps like he’s being shocked every time Eddie gets the angle just right or moves too fast.
His knot grows quickly. Nick’s so tight around him—Nick’s always tight, because Eddie’s not small even when he’s normal, but now—it’s got to be painful. Nick groans and then he fucking melts onto the bed, his arms giving out underneath him, and the moans spilling out of mouth are sweeter than anything Eddie can remember hearing. This isn’t a good angle for fucking but it doesn’t really matter because Eddie’s not fucking him anymore. No, he’s fucking breeding Nick; the desire to come and come and come and come goes beyond want and into need.
His hands are hairy and his fingernails have clawsharp tips and Nick whimpers when Eddie rakes them down his back. It makes his body clench around Eddie’s dick. Makes Eddie come harder. It feels endless. He pulls back experimentally and Nick cries out, in pain for the briefest of moments before he reaches back blindly and pulls Eddie flush against his ass. He’ll let Nick have that control for now.
He leans forward and plasters his body over the sweaty mess of Nick’s. Reaches underneath him and finds his cock; spent and sticky. Strokes it roughly and Nick shakes apart beneath him.
Nick’s neck is covered in Eddie’s marks now. When he nuzzles at one of them Nick tilts his head to the side again. He’d call Nick a slut if he had the words, call him a glutton and beautiful and maybe mate, he’d say too much so it’s good that he can’t think beyond the animalistic imperative that tells him to dig his teeth into Nick’s throat until he tastes blood.
When his teeth break the tense surface of Nick’s skin and the promise of Nick’s blood spreads in his mouth it feels so good it hurts. His resulting howl is only barely louder than Nick’s. The burst of iron is sugary sweet on his tongue and he can feel the jolt of it spread through his body, across his shoulders, down his spine, through his cock and back into Nick’s body.
He feels like a wolf and he knows that the human façade he’s worked for years to maintain is gone. He feels like an animal, feels electric and powerful and dangerous. There’s blood trickling down Nick’s neck and tears dripping off the end of his nose but he’s fucking into the circle of Eddie’s hand as much as he can without tugging too hard against Eddie’s knot.
Eddie wraps an arm around Nick’s waist and flips them so that they’re lying on their sides, one of Nick’s legs pulled up tight against his chest.
Nick’s going to come soon. He’s shaking, muscles wasted because Eddie's made him do all of the work; his hips thrusting as fast as he can make his tired muscles move. Eddie just keeps his hand steady and enjoys the way Nick fucks himself on Eddie’s cock and then back up into his hand. He holds steady and licks at the bitemark on Nick’s throat. He digs his teeth in again when Nick comes and Nick fucking spasms, his whole body arching in Eddie’s arms, wringing one last desperate load of semen from Eddie’s cock.
Nick’s shaking and Eddie’s still hard, his knot full and swollen.
“Don’t move,” he growls, mouth pressed into the curve of Nick’s neck.
“Wasn’t—wasn’t planning on it,” Nick gasps. “Don’t think I can, actually.”
He can feel his hunger fading away, leaving behind a bone deep contentment and an unsettling amount of worry. He hesitates, then reaches down and strokes the rim of Nick’s hole with one gentle finger. “Are you okay?”
“I’m attached to you,” Nick says quietly. “I could—I can feel your—I’m really wet inside.” Nick shudders in his arms and Eddie feels horribly guilty. “How much longer are we going to be stuck like this?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “I’ve never actually done this, uh, with anyone before. But on my own, it usually—” he looks at one of his dozen clocks up. “About another thirty minutes?”
“Okay,” Nick mumbles. “I might be ready to come again by then.”
Eddie isn’t sure far up on his forehead his eyebrows are capable of going, but Nick seems intent on testing out their limitations. “So it’s not—it wasn’t…too much?” He runs a careful hand between their bodies, over the deep scratches in Nick’s back.
“No,” Nick says, sounding confused and tired and needy. “It was—it was…”
He kisses Nick’s neck and slowly slides his arm under Nick’s head. Nick accepts his new pillow without complaint, his warm breath ghosting over Eddie’s elbow with every exhale. Nick’s hair is soft and tangled and smells amazing, smells like sweat and the scent that Eddie can’t define yet and only knows as Nick. “We’ll talk in the morning,” he says, glancing over at the clock that’s silently ticking away on his wall.
“Croissants?” Nick mumbles into Eddie’s arm.
“Yeah,” Eddie says. “For you, I’ll make croissants.”
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Comments are appreciated! ♥
Author:
hoosierbitchFandom: Grimm
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,400
Warnings/Content: Biting, minor bloodplay, knotting, rough sex, D/s
Notes: Giant thanks to
rabidchild67, who enticed me into such a lovely new fandom. This fic was written for this prompt on the grimm_kink meme. Summary: Monroe gets off on having a Grimm (willingly) at his mercy.
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Eddie can tell that there's something on Nick’s mind. Ever since he showed up he’s been distracted; losing track of their conversations, staring into space until Eddie pokes him to get his attention. He’s got Nick mostly naked now though, and he’s present again, he’s just—something’s obviously still on his mind. If Nick makes them get dressed and go to a crime scene in the middle of the night before they can fuck one more time, he will absolutely refuse to make Nick breakfast in bed the morning. He can take his croissant and homemade jam to go.
He’s got Nick fully naked and is playing with his nipples when he finally spits it out.
“I saw, um—I saw this thing on Animal Planet the other day?”
“I know you’re new to the supernatural, but just so you know: saying that to a Blutbad is the equivalent of ‘this one time at band camp.’”
Nick actually huffs at him in disapproval (because Nick is even more of a grandpa than Eddie is, which is saying something). Then he grabs Eddie’s shoulders and positions him right over Nick’s body, his thighs straddling Nick’s hips, his hands resting on either side of Nick’s head.
“I know you’re not exactly a wolf,” Nick says, and it’s such an understatement that Eddie wants to find the Grimm journals and beat Nick over the head with them a couple dozen times, “but I figured maybe you might still like it if we, um…” Nick licks his lips, closes his eyes, and tilts his head to the side. Exposing his neck. Exposing his neck to Eddie. The messy waves of his hair brush against the inside of Eddie's wrist.
And Nick’s saying something else—something about alpha males and submission and Netflixing nature documentaries—but all Eddie can hear is the pounding of Nick’s heart. It’s beating so fast, so fast and he can see—he can see the vein pulsing in Nick’s neck. His teeth ache with the urge to bite down on it.
“Do you want this?” Nick asks. “Because if you do, I’m—I’m offering.” His neck is arched so tightly that the skin pulls when he speaks and Eddie loses his breath and his mind and his control all at the same time.
Because he hasn’t been offered this ever before. Never wanted to take it and couldn’t bring himself to ask for it. He can smell how much Nick wants him.
“You want to submit to me?” Nick nods, slowly, head still tilted to the side. “You want me to fuck you?” Nick’s hips hitch upward and Eddie slams him back down onto the bed. The scent of arousal in the room pulses. He tightens his grip and Nick gasps. “You going to be good, for once?” Nick nods and tries to prop himself up on the bed to kiss Eddie. Eddie puts one hand on his shoulder and presses him back down.
“Sorry—”
“You’re going to do what I say,” he whispers. “You’re going to move where I tell you to move and do what I tell you to do and come when I tell you to come.” Nick wrestles against his grip and after a moment Eddie lets go; he's not sure how hard he can push yet, not sure how far Nick’s willing to go. But Nick doesn’t pull away—he just wraps a hand tight around his dick.
“If you don’t want me to come, you’ve got to stop growling at me, Christ—”
He bares his teeth and lets the wolf come forward, feels it slamming against the bars of his control like a madman. Nick’s whole body tenses (god, his neck, the tendons in his neck so sharp and clear and vulnerable).
“Can I please come?” Nick sounds desperate already. His hips are twitching and Eddie can smell the precum.
“No.”
Nick swears and brings his other hand down to squeeze his balls. It’s hot, it’s beautiful, it’s making Eddie’s cock harden in a dangerous way. He closes his eyes and sits back on the bed, digging his fingernails into his palms. He can’t be in control of Nick and lose control of himself, no one—not even Nick—would want to see that part of him.
“Hands and knees,” he whispers, because anything louder’s going to come out a growl.
Nick looks unsure but he does as he’s told, obedient and expectant. He faces the headboard; Eddie can see Nick’s heavy cock between his spread thighs. “Is this okay? Or—do you want me to turn around? How do you want me?”
Eddie’s back on top of him too quickly; he always loses control of his speed first. His thighs are against Nick’s thighs, his chest is curved over the submissive arch of Nick’s back, his teeth are holding onto the side of Nick’s neck. He fucks his cock in the curve of Nick’s ass and reaches for the lube.
“Going to make a mess out of you,” he warns, starting with two fingers. Nick could probably take him without any preparation, since they’ve been doing this pretty regularly for a couple of weeks now, but he likes to find Nick’s prostate and torture him for a bit first.
“God, fuck—fuck, fuck, fuck. Let me come, you sadistic—” Eddie bites his shoulder and Nick gasps. “Please, Eddie!”
“Wait until I’m inside you.”
Nick’s hips fit comfortably in Eddie’s hands. They feel as familiar as his cello by now; Nick's hip bones settling in his palms, the flesh firm and bruisefresh under his fingers as he pulls Nick back onto his cock.
The heat always surprises him. The heat, and just how much Nick likes being fucked. Those elements of this aren’t familiar yet. Every time they fuck he groans when Nick’s body opens up and welcomes him so easily, every time they fuck Eddie's mouth curls in a startled smile as Nick moans and swears and impatiently demands more, faster.
Only Nick doesn’t get the chance this time. Eddie is balls-deep on the first thrust and he doesn’t wait before pulling all the way out and slamming back in.
Nick gasps and flails and Eddie lets his grin widen until his smile is more teeth than lips.
He’s—he’s not careful. Or, he is, of course he is, he doesn’t want Nick hurt, but he—he needs to take Nick as hard as he can. Nick is his; this body belongs to him, this man has surrendered and it’s Eddie’s responsibility to take everything Nick’s trying to give him. Nick bared his neck and offered his body and every part of Eddie knows what that means.
He takes Nick’s cries and the scent of his arousal, takes his body and his need and fucks him. Bites his neck and shoulders, runs his hands over Nick’s tense stomach and his hard nipples and his sweet mouth, bruising and pinching and caressing him. Nick is beautiful and new to this and eager to please and it’s—
It’s better than any sex Eddie’s ever had before and he can feel himself losing control. His cock is hard and it’s getting harder. It’s growing. Fuck.
“Nick—Nick, I need to ask you something.”
“Not the time for a heart to heart,” Nick gasps, breath shocked out of him every time Eddie thrusts forward.
“In that—that nature show you watched, did they—did they talk about…knotting?” He wonders if Aunt Marie had written about this in her journal. Wonders if Nick will add it as a footnote. Fucking a Grimm brings up weird questions.
“You really want to talk about knitting right now?”
“Fucking knotting,” he growls. He doesn’t have much time and his words are harder to hold onto than they should be. He tries to remember a single one of his multitude of meditation exercises but gives up and fucks Nick faster. “Can you take more?”
Nick groans and bucks in his hands, fucking himself back on Eddie’s cock. “Yeah, you can give it to me harder—”
“That’s not what I meant,” he says, bending forward. His body is strung tight with the effort of holding himself back, reining his impulses in. “I want to knot you,” he gasps into Nick’s ear, biting it for good measure before yanking Nick’s hesitating body against his own. “Want to swell up inside you and come for hours, fill you with come until it’s dripping out of you—”
Nick yells and then tightens around Eddie’s cock. Jesus, it’s painful, if Nick wanted him to stop he could have just said so—
Then he smells it. Sharp and salty, pungent, intoxicating. Nick’s hands are still braced underneath himself, he’s supporting both of their weight, so he must have—Nick had just—
“You just came on my cock like a slutty little bitch, didn’t you?” Nick keens underneath him, a high thready whine that make the wolf in Eddie hungry. “You’re so good, so hot—can I—Nick, can I?” There’s no way Eddie’s not going to tie; if he needs to pull out, he’s got to do it now.
“Do it,” Nick says, only it comes out in a sob, punctuated by the slam of Eddie’s hips against his ass. “Whatever you want, god, want to be yours, want you to fuck me harder, please Eddie—”
He thrusts in all the way and just grinds, his hips rolling in filthy circles. Nick jumps like he’s being shocked every time Eddie gets the angle just right or moves too fast.
His knot grows quickly. Nick’s so tight around him—Nick’s always tight, because Eddie’s not small even when he’s normal, but now—it’s got to be painful. Nick groans and then he fucking melts onto the bed, his arms giving out underneath him, and the moans spilling out of mouth are sweeter than anything Eddie can remember hearing. This isn’t a good angle for fucking but it doesn’t really matter because Eddie’s not fucking him anymore. No, he’s fucking breeding Nick; the desire to come and come and come and come goes beyond want and into need.
His hands are hairy and his fingernails have clawsharp tips and Nick whimpers when Eddie rakes them down his back. It makes his body clench around Eddie’s dick. Makes Eddie come harder. It feels endless. He pulls back experimentally and Nick cries out, in pain for the briefest of moments before he reaches back blindly and pulls Eddie flush against his ass. He’ll let Nick have that control for now.
He leans forward and plasters his body over the sweaty mess of Nick’s. Reaches underneath him and finds his cock; spent and sticky. Strokes it roughly and Nick shakes apart beneath him.
Nick’s neck is covered in Eddie’s marks now. When he nuzzles at one of them Nick tilts his head to the side again. He’d call Nick a slut if he had the words, call him a glutton and beautiful and maybe mate, he’d say too much so it’s good that he can’t think beyond the animalistic imperative that tells him to dig his teeth into Nick’s throat until he tastes blood.
When his teeth break the tense surface of Nick’s skin and the promise of Nick’s blood spreads in his mouth it feels so good it hurts. His resulting howl is only barely louder than Nick’s. The burst of iron is sugary sweet on his tongue and he can feel the jolt of it spread through his body, across his shoulders, down his spine, through his cock and back into Nick’s body.
He feels like a wolf and he knows that the human façade he’s worked for years to maintain is gone. He feels like an animal, feels electric and powerful and dangerous. There’s blood trickling down Nick’s neck and tears dripping off the end of his nose but he’s fucking into the circle of Eddie’s hand as much as he can without tugging too hard against Eddie’s knot.
Eddie wraps an arm around Nick’s waist and flips them so that they’re lying on their sides, one of Nick’s legs pulled up tight against his chest.
Nick’s going to come soon. He’s shaking, muscles wasted because Eddie's made him do all of the work; his hips thrusting as fast as he can make his tired muscles move. Eddie just keeps his hand steady and enjoys the way Nick fucks himself on Eddie’s cock and then back up into his hand. He holds steady and licks at the bitemark on Nick’s throat. He digs his teeth in again when Nick comes and Nick fucking spasms, his whole body arching in Eddie’s arms, wringing one last desperate load of semen from Eddie’s cock.
Nick’s shaking and Eddie’s still hard, his knot full and swollen.
“Don’t move,” he growls, mouth pressed into the curve of Nick’s neck.
“Wasn’t—wasn’t planning on it,” Nick gasps. “Don’t think I can, actually.”
He can feel his hunger fading away, leaving behind a bone deep contentment and an unsettling amount of worry. He hesitates, then reaches down and strokes the rim of Nick’s hole with one gentle finger. “Are you okay?”
“I’m attached to you,” Nick says quietly. “I could—I can feel your—I’m really wet inside.” Nick shudders in his arms and Eddie feels horribly guilty. “How much longer are we going to be stuck like this?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “I’ve never actually done this, uh, with anyone before. But on my own, it usually—” he looks at one of his dozen clocks up. “About another thirty minutes?”
“Okay,” Nick mumbles. “I might be ready to come again by then.”
Eddie isn’t sure far up on his forehead his eyebrows are capable of going, but Nick seems intent on testing out their limitations. “So it’s not—it wasn’t…too much?” He runs a careful hand between their bodies, over the deep scratches in Nick’s back.
“No,” Nick says, sounding confused and tired and needy. “It was—it was…”
He kisses Nick’s neck and slowly slides his arm under Nick’s head. Nick accepts his new pillow without complaint, his warm breath ghosting over Eddie’s elbow with every exhale. Nick’s hair is soft and tangled and smells amazing, smells like sweat and the scent that Eddie can’t define yet and only knows as Nick. “We’ll talk in the morning,” he says, glancing over at the clock that’s silently ticking away on his wall.
“Croissants?” Nick mumbles into Eddie’s arm.
“Yeah,” Eddie says. “For you, I’ll make croissants.”
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Comments are appreciated! ♥
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Scorching - if I weren't at work, I'd be in m'bunk.
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Or. I have been meaning to get an actual school ID (which I've gotten by for a year and a half without) so that I can check out audio/visual equipment. And. I do have the apartment to myself a lot lately, what with The Boys all being in rehearsal. Um. BUT YOU KNOW HOW I BLUSH WHEN I READ MY PORN OUT LOUD!
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(Also: it's so nice to see so many familiar faces in a new fandom!)
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I think my panties may have actually melted.
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You make me so happy. So glad you liked this! The show's still pretty young (the...9th episode? just aired tonight).
So if you wanted to get into a new fandom and be awesome all over it, I'm just saying, it wouldn't take you very long. *SUBTLEHINT*
Thanks for the lovely feedback, lovely. ♥
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o_o
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That is the exact response I was going for. :-)
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And this just hit so many kinks I have. *fans herself*
Seriously, I'm not even in the Grimm fandom, but I just love reading everything you write. <3
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I love that Grimm is such a sweet and funny show, with a character who has canonical feral traits. THE PORN IS SO MUCH FUN.
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And still, with my love for knotting fic and your above all others -- somehow, still, my favorite moment is Nick coming the first time, (I'm pretty sure it is. Let me read it a 20th time just to make sure. Yep, still epic.) Fucking fucks fuck. How do you make sex so real and so surreally hot?
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And, so, yes, just, *flail*
THANK YOU!
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I hope you've found more awesome porn on your adventures! :-)
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Thank you!